Paradise Island

 

Peering down from the edge of the cliff,  Marcus Apted watched six Amazon warriors bathing under a water falls. The women, all in their twenties, laughed and splashed and soaped each other. Apted's favorite was a brown haired girl with flawless shoulders and breasts. She resembled Paula Villon, his partner in crime and love.

Apted and Paula had secretly arrived hours earlier on Paradise Island, hired by The Sisterhood of Evil to steal two pounds of Feminum, the metal used in the manufacture of impregnable armor. 

For an unguarded moment, Apted visualized Paula and the brown haired girl pleasuring each other. Then he caught a hard to identify scent. A stream of light pink smoke impacted his face 

Apted was lightheaded and horny and then very happy and finally sprawled on the ground, smiling. Out cold. 

"Marcus Apted at last I meet you!"  A statuesque, blonde Amazon stood over Apted, a small, cell phone like device in her hand, still leaking smoke. "This means Paula Villon is somewhere on the island." She turned to the four woman who were with her. 

"Europa, Semele, take this....thief to the confinement area!"

Both women carried off the unconscious intruder. 

"Thetis, Andromeda, come with me to the Feminum storage building!"

The lessons on lock picking Apted gave Paula were wasted. Just as the Amazons arrived, Paula was assaulting the lock to the storage facility with a sledgehammer and multiple profanities. Thetis stepped forward, about to black jack Paula, when Atalanta motioned her to wait. Instead, the Amazon commander walked behind Paula and tapped her shoulder. 

"Marcus!?" blurted Paula, turning to see Atalanta glaring at her. "Ah!....shit!...who are you...?"

"Ms. Paula Villon, I presume?"

"Yeah...ah.. .No!....I'm ...ah..."

"Unconscious." Atalanta stated. 

Before Paula could finish saying "Huh?"...

POW!!

The sharp upper cut staggered the thief. Paula stumbled from foot to foot, grinning rapturously. "Marcus...honey...I need some..."

Atalanta caught her prisoner as she pitched forward like a felled oak. She shifted Paula in the direction of the guards. "Take our sister to join her mate! I have to report to Queen Diana!"

Wonder Woman, now Queen Diana since her mother's retirement, immediately recognized Apted when the master criminal and Paula were escorted into The Great Hall by Atalanta. The entire population of Paradise Island was assembled for Diana's judgement. 

"My Sisters, we are gathered today to hear my judgement on the pair of intruders who sought to steal our precious Feminum!" Diana announced from the throne. "Atalanta, please identify the accused."

"Your Majesty, this male," Atalanta firmly squeezed Apted's ass, before slapping it, sending him forward. Many of the Amazons laughed at his shocked reaction. "....is Marcus Apted and his companion, Paula Villoon!"

"It's 'Vil-on'!" corrected Paula, crossly. Atalanta smacked the back of Paula's head, propelling her forward to the Amazon queen. 

"And they are changed with trespassing and attempted theft of Feminum. What is your judgement, your majesty?"

"I know well the reputation of Marcus Apted, a criminal I defeated and humiliated during my time in the Cities of Men! But that one of our sisters, Paula Villon, should have succumbed to the pernicious influence of Mr. Apted is a tragedy!"

"Tragedy? I'm the best thing that ever happened to this girl!" Apted objected. 

"It saddens me to hear that!" Queen Diana stated. "I declare them both guilty and sentence them to be administered the memory erasing drug that has protected our  home for centuries!" Diana turned to her fellow Amazons. "I ask you now my sisters, who agrees with my sentence?"

In one sweeping motion, the assembly rose and shouted,"We agree!"

"Any objections?"

Only Atalanta rose. "I do, your Highness! I claim this male as my mate and the father of my children!"

"Bitch!" sneered Paula. 

"I see." Wonder Woman continued. "Among many of our sisters, too many in fact, Apted has the reputation for being a very....pleasing...lover. You wish to have this one as the parent of future Warriors?"

"Under my guidance, Marcus Apted will learn virtue from a real woman!"

"That little...!" Paula began

"Are there any objections to this claim?" Queen Diana asked aloud. 

"Damn right there are!" shouted Paula. 

Right on schedule, Queen Diana thought. "Do you also claim this male?"

"I do! He is my man!"

"No, Marcus is my property now!" Atalanta insisted. 

"Silence!" Queen Diana shouted. "Your conflicting claims will be settled in woman to woman combat here in The Great Hall. A boxing match will decide which woman owns Marcus Apted!"

In boxing gear,  Atalanta looked taller, sexier,  and....stronger. Standing behind Paula, massaging her bare shoulders, Apted was scared for his lover.

"Keep moving, Paula,  she's bigger and stronger than you, so let her get tired. This is a waiting game."

"Yeah," Paula enthused. "I am going to hurt this bitch!"

Apted was painfully aware that Paula's patience had the duration of a lightening bolt. Pleasant dreams, my love, he thought as the bell called the women to battle. 

Clearly Atalanta saw her rival as an insect to be crushed. Many punches flew at Paula, but few connected. A ripple of relief passed through Apted at the sight of his lover actually following advice. 

Paula does love me, he decided and felt better. 

Paula struck Atalanta when the opportunity was present, and then retreated. But no escape was perfect. Atalanta patiently corralled Paula into the ropes with driving single punches and combos. The former dancer's body absorbed the punishment, every headshot spun reality for a few seconds.

"Your man is now mine!" Atalanta sneered, working Paula's belly. "After his first night with me, he won't remember how to spell your name!"

"Puta!" Paula recalled an insult from her girlhood.

"Such language requires punishment!"

Punches exploded all over the smaller woman, pain echoing through her body. Seeing his beloved taking a beating, Apted yelled at the referee to stop the fight.

The bell clanged. 

Atalanta planted a savage right hook on Paula's jaw. Cheering halted. Everyone watched Paula, eyes already closed, limbs dangling, tumble downward. Atalanta callously stepped aside, letting Paula smack the canvas hard.

"She's stone cold out," the referee said to Apted when they reached the supine Paula. Carefully Paula was placed on a gurney and rolled to the examination room. 

A two hour break was declared to give both fighters a chance to recuperate. When Paula regained consciousness, she ignored Apted's pleas not to fight again. He reasoned that Atalanta was going to finish what she started and demolish Paula. 

"I'm done arguing Marcus," Paula affirmed and crossed her arms. The signal that Apted knew well: discussion was over. 

"Fine, get some rest," Marcus said, kissing his beloved. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Where are you going?" Paula asked, sitting up on the bed.

"To talk to Diana."

Entering Atalanta 's dressing room, Apted saw two attendants weaving their mistress's boxer braids. Giving Apted an inviting smile, Atalanta said, "I hear they gave your Miss Punching Bag a two hour rest!"

She waved for Apted to approach, while thanking the two women and dismissing them. "Come to beg for mercy on your Paula?"

"No," answered Apted, smoothly. "It's obvious you're going to win. I thought I'd get to know my new mistress."

"I like a practical man, Marcus Apted," 

During visits to The Cities of Men to fight crime with Justice Force, Atalanta fell in love with dick without very much loving the men attached. But Apted brought her to multiple, eye rolling orgasms. Each time her love for him went deeper and deeper. 

"I'm going to knock that Paula of yours out for the fucking count!"

Atalanta was feeling a drowsy satisfaction. 

"Can't wait!" Apted replied,  hurriedly pulling on his pants.

"She's hyped to punch you out, so use that to your advantage," Apted said.

As she listened to her lover's final advice, Paula watched her opponent with perplexity. Atalanta was grinning, but not like a predator poised to kill its prey, but like a woman who just enjoyed her favorite desert. 

"Where have you been for the last hour and a half?" demanded Paula. 

"Talking to Queen Diana like I said." Apted answered quickly. 

The bell clanged for round one. 

Paula noticed Atalanta's reactions were seconds late, the punches she threw never landed on Paula exactly where they were aimed. Moving her compact body, Paula attacked the Amazon's. Atalanta retaliated, but she still felt the wonderful weakness from getting laid in her muscles.

When Atalanta caught Apted's eye, he gave her the same smile he flashed as he mounted her the first time.

BAP!!

A solid right hammered Atalanta's chin, switching off the memory tape of sex with Apted. 

That bastard!, she thought, falling into a warm sleep. 

The referee counted as slowly as possible over the bested Amazon, hoping she would come around. Instead, Atalanta slumbered, dreaming of Apted and the other men she'd known in The Cities of Men.

Henry KOed by Love

 The bout with Kaylee was over. Though she was still standing and throwing punches, Kaylee wanted it finished. 

I dominated Kaylee for the last two rounds of our six round battle. My punches were now surgical, which slowly drained the fight from the blonde. 

"Okay!" Kaylee gasped, shoving me back with her tired arms. "I know you're going to...knock me...out...and I know...I deserve it..so just...do it..."

"You want this ended, Kaylee?"

I wanted to be certain. Kaylee nodded her head in supplication. I gave her a gentle kiss.

BAP!

The finishing punch staggered Kaylee, who wobbled a few steps toward me, eyes rolling up.

"Better..." she sighed.

Kaylee landed in my outstretched arms, out cold. I sat her ragdoll body near a neutral corner. Kaylee had a faint, sleepy smile. 

"Go to your corner!" Emma the Ref and began a pointless ten count.

I obeyed. I was surprised to see Kiki waiting there for me. 

Along with our business relationship, Kiki and I fucked regularly. Recently,  I had wanted to make Kiki a more permanent part of my life, even talking about marriage. Kiki valued her freedom too highly to accept my proposal and we argued.

"That's the last time she'll challenge you!" Kiki declared, beginning to towel me down without my asking. 

"I wasn't expecting to see you, Kiki," I said, cautiously. "Kaylee just learned the hard way she can't beat every guy in the club."

Six months out of a divorce Kaylee clobbered three men in a row at the Amazonia Boxing Club. She was confident enough in her boxing skills to take me on and find out she was wrong. 

"I need your help with a session job," Kiki chirped. 

"When?" I asked.

"Next Friday at my house. I'm helping out a friend of a friend."

"Anyone I know?"

"Doubt it. She just moved here from Holmdel six months ago. It will mean you and I boxing each other for ten women, including the client."

"Bachelorette party?" I sighed, watching Emma the Ref and Sierra lift the still inert Kaylee onto a gurney and roll her to the recovery room. 

"You could call it that." Kiki leaned onto my shoulder. "KO ending only, what the client asked for. You'll get your usual fee..." Kiki's teeth tenderly pinched my ear lobe. "....and  your usual benefits package. Sounds good?"

"Perfect." I agreed. 

As her commercial acting and session work began to pay off, Kiki bought a two floor home on Allwood Avenue in Clifton. She remodeled the basement into a gym, including a regulation boxing ring for sessions and personal use.

The guests were already seated around the ring and Kiki personally introduced me to each one. All of the women were outgoing and friendly, telling me that I was so handsome and how much they loved seeing a male fallen at Kiki's feet. It was clear this wasn't their first mixed match and that they'd been drinking before coming here. 

"Ladies, tonight's fight is between me and Henry "The Mongoose" Mallett, here in the Big O Arena!" Kiki announced. 

I saw an aggressive glint in Kiki's eyes as she elaborated the rules of our match, as if the possibility of beating up an intimate partner aroused her. 

When we touched gloves, Kiki hugged and kissed me, drawing cheers from the spectators. 

"I've been feeling crazy lately, like I can't control how horny I am," Kiki whispered in my ear. "No matter what happens tonight, always know you're special to me."

Kiki strutted to her corner and threw off her silk dressing gown, revealing her naked body. Kiki is so damn beautiful!

Kiki was the aggressor at the start and I was slow with catching up. The women shouted encouragement and approval, sometimes when Kiki connected and sometimes when I tagged Kiki. All the strength and desire Kiki put into our love making was directed toward beating me up.

In the second and third rounds, Kiki would trap me in clinches, working my body and head while reminding me of how it felt to hold her in my arms.

"I know you really love me, sweet heart! You want to fuck me right now!" she whispered intimately. "That is why you're going down!"

I was spent at round five. Kiki could see me fading and closed in for the kill.

"Ready, Henry? Sweet Dreams !"

POW!!

White dots twinkled against the blackness. They faded slowly and blurred into erotic images and memories of Kiki, Jeanne and Ariana Grande. 

"Ten! You're out!" 

I was suddenly back in Kiki's basement. Seated on the canvas, my back rested on a turnbuckle. I glanced up groggily and saw Kiki was holding my trunks above her head, to the spectators' excitement. I looked down at my colossal erection. 

"Ladies, Henry is back from Slumberland and clearly ready for your loving!"

All ten women, stripped to their underwear, lined up in front of me. "Remember, ladies,  one cum per customer and then the next girl has their turn!"

A brunette nodded and began caressing my penis. One at a time, each woman gave me either a blow or a hand job. By the fourth, convulsive orgasm, I was semiconscious and moaning. 

The final girl was a petite Asian woman who identified herself as Haruka. "I'm the friend of a friend Kiki told you about. All this has been my fantasy."

Most of what she said hardly registered with me. 

"I love seeing men beaten and knocked out cold," Haruka continued. "You looked so sexy!"

Kiki handed Haruka a black boxing glove, which she slipped on her right hand. 

"I'm going to KO you now!" Haruka cooed. Cocking her fist far behind her head, she said,"Good night, hansamu!"

WHACK!

Through the fog in my brain, Kiki was laughing and Haruka pitched her head back as her body spasmed violently. Her beautiful mouth gaped open and blackness engulfed me.

Wating for me when I woke in Kiki's bedroom was Haruka, still in her bra and panties. She sat in a chair beside the bed I rested on. 

"You feel okay?" she asked. "I really knocked you out good!"

The area around my eye ached where her KO punch struck. "This was all your fantasy?"

"Yes, even right now!" Haruka exclaimed with a sincerity that disturbed me. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy nine pounding orgasms?!"

Haruka had a point, but some of those women had no sense of rythm. 

"Kiki has left until Wednesday, so we have the house to ourselves." Haruka searched my face. "I know you were in love with her and its painful to lose what you loved."

Haruka kissed the tender swelling encircling my eye.

"But I will make it all better!"

And she did.

My Kind of Girl

Julia was just curvy in all the places I liked on a woman.  Nobody thought she'd be much as a fighter, but Julia proved them wrong.

All four of her of her initial matches at the Amazonia Boxing Club were against women and ended with her opponents senseless on the canvas. 

I fell in love with Julia watching the third bout, where she dismantled Cathy for three rounds before a dramatic uppercut sent Cathy to Dreamland. I got an intense thrill watching Julia stand victorious over Cathy. I needed to fight Julia. 

I had to wait. Guys lined up to register a challenge to Julia and she gladly accepted every one. Out of the six guys ahead of me,  five were removed from the ring, unconscious. One fighter, Jon "The Tigru" Amur, put Julia down for a ten minute nap.

It got around quickly that Jon fucked Julia a few days after she recovered and the fling went on for a month.

"Those guys she laid out," Amur told me one day  in the parking lot of the Amazonia. "Julia didn't sleep with them. She only wants the men who beat her."

"She told you that?" I asked. 

"Sure! You want to nail her, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then punch her lights out! There's a lot more like her out there than you think!"

For our match, Julia wore a one piece bathing suit, probably because she read my mind.  All I could do was admire those tits and awesome thighs! Julia's "girl next door" face contrasted vividly with the carnal vibes her body gave off.

"Questions, either of you?" Emma the Ref had just reviewed the rules for the match. 

"Yeah!" Julia jumped in. "When do you prefer to be KOed? Round one or two?"

"One." I answered. That was the round I planned to make Julia sleep. 

"As you wish." Julia replied and walked slowly back to her corner, giving me a leg show as she went. 

We circled, throwing punches. Like myself, Julia was waiting for an opening. I never realized how drastically my guard was down.

Julia grinned at me and then I saw pitch blankness. I was instantly out cold!

Julia and I now stood in the ring alone, the noisey crowd vanished. Completely naked except for her boxing gloves, Julia walked slowly to me. 

"Sorry. " she purred.

"About what?" I stammered. 

"Knocking you out cold, this is just an erotic dream you're having. "

"Oh? Okay, let's fuck!"

"Sorry again, but I only do guys who defeat me in combat. But...."

Julia gave me a long kiss. "....I'm not a complete bitch!"

Julia went to her knees and took my stiff prick in her mouth. I pressed the back of her  forward as I shouted louder and louder, hurtling toward climax.

"You know what?" Julia asked me when she stood up, wiping her lips. 

"What?" I could barely reply. 

Julia's right fist cocked back. "I am a complete bitch!"

POW!

Knocked out again!

"What's your name?" an urgent voice quizzed me. I searched the ring and found Emma the Ref asking the question again. The spectators had returned. As I formulated the answer to her question, I wondered why I never tried to get with Emma.

"You're going to have to cheat." Jon Amur concluded a week later. 

"How?" I asked.

"Usually I suggest having a lot of sex with the girl as close as possible to the actual match. A few good orgasms will throw off any woman's timing  and that leaves them open for the 'Old Kiss Goodnight' on the chin."

"That isn't going to work with Julia."

"Yeah, I heard." 

Amur pointed his key fob at the trunk of his car and the lid popped open. From a small gym bag he took out a pair of shinny red boxing gloves and tossed them to me.

"They feel weighted." I observed. 

"They are. A lead bar has been sown into each one. The right punch with those gloves and your girl is on Dreamstreet!"

"Did you use these on Julia?" 

Amur shook his head modestly.  "No. I just smiled at her till she got really horny and careless. Then....POW!"

A large and rowdy crowd of mostly women gathered for the rematch with Julia. She smiled at me from her corner. If I were to speculate, I'd say Julia appeared excited. 

"Still got your heart set on a first round nap?" Julia taunted when we touched gloves and started smacking each other. "Cause I'm going to knock you the fuck out!"

"Really?" I responded. "Cause I'm just going to fuck you!"

Punches flew between us and with each hit we landed, Julia and I just got hornier. I hammered a right upper cut, halting her in place. Staring at the ceiling, Julia's eyes and mouth were wide open, but all could see she was out cold on her feet. 

The entire gym was silent, eager to see Julia hit the canvas.

"You're so beautiful!" I whispered to my slumbering opponent. Extending my gloved fist toward Julia, I lovingly brushed her forehead. Letting out a happy sigh. Julia smiled ecstaticly and dropped downward. She slumbered through Emna's ten count. 

Colette KOed

When Colette invited Marc to her family's shore house for the weekend, he assumed a better than good chance of getting laid.

The two became friends, as much as a man and woman can, at the Amazonia Boxing Club. An athletic blond with electric blue eyes, Colette had been outgoing to Marc, seeming to be as into jazz, Italian food and sex as he was. 

"Just admit it, Marc, you wish that was you in there!"

They were watching the fifth round of a bout between Henry and Cathy.  The brunette was pinned to the ropes by the precise hammering Henry was dispensing. A minute or so and Cathy would be asleep on the  canvas. She was already out on her feet.

Marc looked into Colette's eyes and agreed. 

"I love this so much!" she chirped. "Yes!" Colette cheered at the "THWACK!" of Henry's right hook landing on Cathy's chin. Mouth hanging open, Cathy dropped lifeless and Emma the Ref started the ten count. 

"Cathy is out cold!" 

Colette was ecstatic seeing another female laid out. Marc was silently pleased. Months earlier, he and Cathy had a fling that Marc wanted to be more. Exactly what she deserves, Marc thought. 

Colette turned to Marc excitedly. Know what's better than this!?"

"What?" Marc was intently watching Emma the Ref check Cathy's mouth and then shine a small flashlight in her eyes.

 Taking apart a guy!"

Marc assumed Colette played rough, having seen her deck male opponents bigger than her. 

"You wanna get taken apart, Marc!?"

Colette's eyes burned into his. "Hell, yeah!"

With GPS, Marc took three hours  to arrive in Harvey Cedars. The wooden, two story home was flanked by pines trees, with a backyard that faced the ocean. 

Colette waited on the front portch when Marc pulled up. She guided him through the comfortable livingroom to the spacious back deck. Pasta marinara with assorted vegetables sat on a large glass table for the pair. 

"You want to fuck me pretty badly, don't you?"

Marc froze for a moment, looking over his wine glass to gauge how serious Colette was. 

"Sure! You're a stunning, beautiful woman, Colette." he answered directly. 

"You know just what to say. Let's play a game."

Colette took a long, slow drink of wine. "Downstairs I have a gym with a boxing ring, which I use from time to time."

"Yeah....?"

"If you can knock me out, you can have me!"

 When Marc thought he was going to fuck Colette, he didn't think he was going have to work for it.

While he agreed to Colette's proposal,  Marc struggled to be serious. This close to sex with her, Marc would have submitted to anything. He was too horny to concentrate when the match commenced. 

"Look how big you are, Marc!" Colette observed and gave her opponent a deep kiss. When she finally stepped away, her right fist slammed into his face. Marc landed at Colette's bare feet, out cold. Crouching beside her victim, Colette flipped him on his back.

"Well now....very big!" she sang to the significant bulge in front of Marc's shorts. Kissing the erection, Colette lovingly removed it from the shorts.

When he emerged from sleep, Colette sat on his legs, rhythmically batting and rubbing his erection between her boxing gloves. Spasms of pleasure rapidly drove numbness from his body. 

"You popped this circus tent when I sucker punched you, Marc!" Colette purred, slowly. "So you're that kind?"

Marc nodded rapidly, unable to speak. Colette began vigorously bringing him to orgasm. 

"Now, Marc, I'm giving you a happy ending because I'm not going to fuck you...yet..."

Marc, gasping, was lost in pleasure, in the vivid spark in Colette's eyes. Semen jetted from his penis. Colette laughed out loud. "You creamed on my best pair of gloves!"

Colette then moved forward, her body pressing on Marc until their lips touched. "I jerked you off so you'd know how I feel about you, sweetheart!"

"Oh, yeah?"

"And I also wanted you to have something to dream about."

Marc saw her right glove hurl down on him.

WHAP!

The lights went out again.

Marc put a lot of effort into being angry at Colette for the two sucker punches. But when the rematch was moved to her bedroom, the hatred vanished. 

Also, he couldn't stop remembering the intensity in Colette's expression as she executed the hand job.

 Deep down she's in love with me, decided Marc as they stood on the blue gym mats Colette had spread out on the floor. I'm knocking her out!

"Think you'll do better this time, honey?" teased Colette, once the punching started. 

"Damn sure!" 

Colette had transformed to Marc since she knocked him out twice. His lust for was now merciless, driving Marc to hit harder. Colette fought back, surgically striking  at Marc where she knew he was vulnerable. 

He responded faster, the impact of his counter punching becoming increasingly potent.  Both fighters were consumed in battle until...

BAP!

A left hook flew through Colette's defenses and sent her stumbling. Marc dived after her, landing left-right combinations to her midsection. Each blow made the blonde squeak with agony.

Feeling excited and alive,  Marc tagged Colette on the chin with a right uppercut. Prickly pain shot through her skull and her legs folded. A lone thought "NO!" echoed in her brain, but darkness engulfed it. 

Marc counted to ten over the supine form. Genuflecting at her waist,  Marc threw away his boxing gloves and then carefully took down Colette's shorts. His finger tenderly penetrated to Colette's vulva until he found her clit. Moving his finger in and out, stimulating the stiff organ, Marc watched her hips respond to his stroking. 

Suddenly, the defeated boxer hurled into  consciousness, groaning and moaning until she jerked upright. 

For seconds, Colette's mouth was frozen open, eyes rolled back. 

"Marc! You...fucking...bas..." she gasped collapsing on the mats. When her breathing calmed, Colette sat up on her elbows. "You're gonna get yours!"

Session Work

"The problem is with the husband," Kiki explained, slipping on her black panties, followed by a pair snug blue jeans. 

"What is her name?" asked Henry from his bed, sleepily admiring Kiki's backside and thighs.

"Jeanne," Kiki answered. "Married for nearly twenty years, two daughters away at university. The empty nest thing."

"And she wants to make it interesting again and the old man won't cooperate?"

Kiki nodded as she buttoned up her blouse. 

"And what's so bad that he won't go along?"

"Jeanne wants to get roughed up before sex."

A short laugh erupted from Henry.  "A woman who wants to be hit lands the one guy who won't hit her!?"

"In a nutshell," Kiki stated and gave Henry a long, affectionate kiss. "That's why I recommended you."

Making friends with Kiki had brought Henry a lot of benefits. Along with having sex every time they met, Kiki threw session work she wasn't suited for to Henry. 

"How old is Jeanne?" 

"Late forties. In good shape from taking lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Second generation Chinese. She loves her husband, by the way. "

"That's why they come to me," Henry bragged. "Got a bad case of 'white fever'?"

"Maybe. The husband is a good looking white guy....like you!"

She planted another kiss on Henry. 

"Come on,  Kiki, why don't you marry me?" asked Henry, leaping from bed.

"One day Henry...maybe....but not now." Kiki gave him a consolation peck on the cheek. "Let's just keep fucking for now."

"Sure....fine...."

"I'll text you Jeanne's cell phone number!" Kiki called out as she climbed into her car.

"Okay..." Henry replied, faking enthusiasm. 

As he sat opposite his new client, searching her face for weak spots, Henry was impressed with Jeanne's beauty and toned figure. The pair sat in a booth at Cousin Dupree's Restaurant, away from the majority of the lunch crowd. Their discussion required privacy. 

"Kiki tells me you are in need of the services I specialize in, Mrs. Dana?"

Jeanne smiled shyly, but then proceeded.  "I need to be....overwhelmed by a man before sex."

"You mean 'beaten'?" suggested Henry.

"Yes."

"You can speak openly to me, Mrs. Dana. Honesty will help me make you happy. "

Jeanne visibly relaxed. "My husband, Ron, is a good man who loves me. I love him, too. But he's not a hitter. "

"So you want me to rough you up,  physically?"

"Knock me out....unconscious...can you do that?"

Henry appraised Jeanne before he answered.  "Why?"

"I want it....since I was a girl I loved maleness, I wanted to be dominated by men, controlled. You can do that. "

"Yes." Henry replied, confidently. 

"Are you sure!?"

"Of course. Hold still."

Reaching to Jeanne, Henry grabbed the flesh where her neck and shoulder connected and squeezed. 

Jeanne froze, her eyes wide in shock. She moaned sharply as blackness rolled over her. Henry eased her onto the cushions of the corner of the booth. Tilting her head forward, he quickly took three pictures of the sleeping woman.

"Damn you are beautiful!" he murmured.  Ten seconds passed before darkness washed away from Jeanne's vision. "What....?"

"Okay, stay still a minute. I just knocked you out with a nerve pinch. How was that?"

Jeanne sat up slowly,  taking in her surroundings like they were an alien planet. 

"I feel fine...how long was I gone?"

"Half a minute at the most. Felt good?" Henry probed. 

"Release!" she half shouted and rapidly fled the booth to the ladies room. A few minutes later she came back looking unwound, still catching her breath.

 A week later they met at the Trampesa Hotel on Route 3 in Secaucus. Henry took the white envelope of hundred dollar bills from Jeanne and poured her a scotch from the room's wet bar. Gulping the liquor down,  she disappeared into the bathroom to get into her boxing gear and walked back out. 

"Now just relax, Mrs. Dana."

"Jeanne, please!"

"Sure, Jeanne. Just losen up like you're about to go a few rounds at the Amazonia."

Henry carefully placed a hand on Jeanne's upper back and kissed her. Lightly, his free hand slipped into Jeanne's shorts, brushing her abdomen until reaching the labia. 

Jeanne made a pleased grunt, signaling Henry to penetrate. The hand loosened on the back of her head and she tilted her face upward, mouth gaping with the waves of pleasure. The orgasm was about to break and Jeanne wanted to stare into Henry's eyes. She saw his fist go back and the "WHAP!" was followed by profound sleep.

Henry rested Jeanne on the bedspread, cradling her head on a pillow. For the next minute, Jeanne obligingly lay motionless for Henry's iphone camera. When her hips convulsed, Jeanne's eyes shot open and she swallowed down air till her breathing relaxed. 

Rolling over, back to Henry, Jeanne stretched out on the bed and drifted back to sleep. 

For two weeks, Henry heard nothing from his new client. This didn't concern him too much, payment had been made in advance for four sessions. When they met again, Jeanne was happier, almost giddy and Henry assumed her domestic life had improved. 

"I want a black eye!" Jeanne requested. "On my right eye."

"You okay, Mrs. Dana?"

"Jeanne!" she replied, her voice rising briefly. 

"You okay, Jeanne?"

"Fine!" 

Henry said "Okay" and held his right hand in Jeanne's face and ritually pulled a red boxing glove over it, flexing his fingers inside. He affectionately pressed Jeanne to the edge of the bed. She wanted to be compliant.

"Will this hurt!?"

"Yes." Henry assured. "When you wake up, you will have a painful bruise on your.."

"Right eye!" Jeanne cheered. 

"....right eye."

"Are you going to violate me while I'm unconscious?"

"No." Henry responded, firmly.  Almost childish irritation swept her face.

"We have an agreement, I'm paying you to obey me!"

"No, I don't do that."

"Who do you think...?"

"Jeanne?" asked Henry. 

"What!?"

CRACK!

The impact of the gloved fist on Jeanne's right eye flicked off her lights. She landed on the bed spark out cold. Henry pulled off the glove and went into the bathroom for tylenol and an ice pack. 

A few minutes later, Jeanne gradually sat up on her elbows. Her half focused eyes took in the tablets in Henry's extended hand. She shoved them in her mouth and gulped down the water from the glass he handed her. 

Jeanne shot a disappointed glare at Henry when she saw her clothes were still on. 

"This is what you really wanted!" said Henry, holding a shaving mirror to Jeanne's face. Irritation melted into delight at the purple spreading under her right eye. 

"My face hurts!" Jeanne sang. Henry nudged her with the ice pack, but she slapped it out of his hand. 

 

The bruise had bloomed around her right eye in a purplish half-circle.

"How did you explain it?" Henry asked Jeanne. 

"That I got it boxing a woman at the Amazonia," she answered. "My husband wanted to hear details. "

Jeanne was very happy. 

"Things better at home, then?" Henry probed, standing behind Jeanne. They were in the same room at the Trampesa Hotel. 

"In some ways, but he still won't hit me."

Henry began to message Jeanne's bare shoulders. "Now relax and let yourself go loose."

"This will work?" Jeanne asked, hopefully. 

"For a few seconds you should see stars and then out you go." Henry a shiver go through Jeanne.  "Count back from ten, when you say 'one' I'll put you out."

"Ten...nine...eight..."

THUNK!

The neck chop took Jeanne off her feet and she groaned when Henry caught her in his supportive arms. She gazed up at him with half open eyes. 

"Ohh....stars!.....Henry...kiss me like a..."

THUNK!

The second chop put the victim completely under.  Henry arranged her on the bed.

He wanted to remove the only clothes she wore, black lace bra and panties. Instead, Henry used the iphone camera. 

"To fuck you, Jeanne...what I wouldn't give!"

For the last session, Jeanne ordered a boxing match, in a private ring at the Amazonia. Henry noticed a difference in Jeanne, like she knew what she wanted. 

"Before we start, can I confess to you, Henry?"

"Sure."

"The last time, when I was going out in your arms...?"

"Yes, Jeanne?"

"I felt so good...the way you feel when you're really turned on, like I was high."

"Good, that's how I want you to feel. "

"And would you do something before you go to work?"

Henry was like a man waiting for a train that had arrived at the station. "Anything."

"Cunt bust me."

"What?" stammered Henry.

"Punch me so hard in the pussy that you knock me out cold." Jeanne was uncluttered. 

Henry stepped away from Jeanne a few paces. "No, I can't. I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because there are things I will not do to a woman, even if she wants them done badly."

"You used physical force to KO me cold, even gave me a black eye, but punching my cunt is crossing a line!?"

"Yes." responded firmly. The image of doing what Jeanne wanted flashed in his brain. 

"Do it and it will be worth it when I come around!"

"No, Jeanne."

She pressed a long, deep kiss on Henry and wrapped him in her arms. The long the embrace continued, Henry reached his fist behind his back.

"Henry...please!" Jeanne begged. The fist swung forward, bashing Henry's chin. 

His tensed arms dangled and his legs buckled. Stars danced everywhere before darkness drank Henry in. When he woke ten minutes later, they fucked all afternoon at the Trampesa.

Best of Three

Both were good wrestlers with different reasons for participating in the match. 

Kevin believed that physical combat with the right woman would get him laid. In the last six weeks, he won two mixed wrestling bouts at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Cathy and Kaylee lost by knock outs, Kevin applying sleeper holds in both instances.  Cathy was trapped and put under so quickly that Kevin figured her for a total submissive, which was accurate. 

Kaylee had more fight in her, but eventually succumbed in Kevin's muscular arms.

Within a few days, both women had spent the night with Kevin, thrilled to fuck the man who vanquished them. 

But Ciara was another kind of woman entirely, physically and mentally. Where the previous contenders were lanky, Ciara had a powerful , curvy body. Looking over her sculpted figure, clothed in a bright pink bikini, Kevin was transfixed by Ciara's standup breasts.  

Meeting his opponent's stare, the message Kevin received was "You're a goner!"

"You know the rules," Emma the Ref reminded both fighters. "You wrestle till one of you is knocked out. Nothing below the belt, that goes for both of you! Questions?"

Kevin nodded in the negative. 

"Is the ambulance ready for this one?" Ciara asked. "Cause he's going out!"

"Promises, promises!" Kevin shot back.

When the time arrived, Kevin planned to sleeper Ciara.

Minutes into the match, Ciara slugged Kevin in the head. Cheers of encouragement sprang from the female spectators. Ciara followed through with a sharp kick to his midsection, disabling her opponent. Kevin found himself on the canvas, having been flipped by Ciara. Hauling her confused foe to his feet, Ciara flung Kevin into the ropes. Kevin was launched forward into an extended elbow.

Kevin woke on the canvas a second time. Ciara, perched on his hips, grinned down at him, eyes glowing with desire. To his surprise and pleasure, Kevin watched Ciara remove her bikini top, revealing the flawless breasts, adorned by bright pink nipples. 

"Sorry, Kevin, this match is over!" purred Ciara, leaning down into a kiss. Then Ciara's torso moved up, engulfing Kevin's entire face in her cleavage. He fought frantically as Ciara's arms tightened around his throat, securing him to her chest. 

"Come on,  pussy hound, go to sleep!" Ciara spoke like a mother soothing a restless child.  "Sand Lady's calling!"

Kevin's limbs were lead. Soft moans rose faintly from the soft female flesh that stifled Kevin's breathing. With no warning, Kevin went limp. Thoughts of sex with Ciara were swallowed by darkness and Kevin followed. 

Kissing her senseless victim, Ciara pulled a right leg in the air for Emma the Ref to start the count. Emma banged the palm of her hand on the canvas, certifying Kevin's loss.

Ciara absorbed the adulation of the ringside crowd as she put her top back on and strutted around the ring. She noticed the bulge in the front of her victim's trunks as he was carried to the recovery room. 

A larger crowd gathered for the rematch. Ciara was certain of another victory by a knockout, while Kevin went into the bout divided. Part of him wanted to send Ciara to Dreamland, another wanted sex with her immediately. A drubbing from a woman aroused Kevin powerfully. 

"You enjoyed our last tango, sweetie!" Ciara teased, already entangled with Kevin. "Got a chubby when I put you out!"

"And loved it beyond belief!" Kevin sneered in return. 

They hurled curses at each other as Kevin worked to get his arms around Ciara, who slipped his grasp.

"Hold still!" Kevin finally shouted, chopping Ciara on the neck.

The female wrestler saw stars and felt loopy as she sagged against Kevin, who applied the sleeper hold. 

Going light headed, Ciara pulled at the biceps digging into her throat. 

"You can't wiggle out, Ciara! Just go to sleep!"

When she managed to grunt "No!" Kevin squeezed tighter. 

Ciara watched the lights fade. Darkness crept into her brain. Kevin placed his lips at her ear

"Your headlights are on high beam, sweet heart! Everyone can see those stiff nips!"

The taunt barely registered with the amazon. The grasp was like iron, leaving Ciara feeling content. The ring went quiet and the ropes and the crowd beyond them vanished. 

Seeing his opponent unconscious,  Kevin loosened the hold and tenderly placed Ciara on the canvas. 

"Your winner by a sleeper hold knockout...Kevin!" Emma shouted, lifting Kevin's arm to the ceiling. The women at ringside booed. 

The agreed to tie breaker was held in private. Not even Emma the Ref was there for oversight. Ciara wanted to hurt Kevin. Kevin was thrilled at the idea of KOing Ciara and was sure a second defeat would make her his own.

They boxed this time; no time limit, just keep going until one fighter goes down for ten. Ciara climbed into the ring topless. 

"I brought two girlfriends with me, you already know them!"

"You got a boyfriend, Ciara?" Kevin probed when punches began detonating on both bodies.

"Why? You someone who is free?"

"Yeah, I'll introduce you when you wake up!"

Ciara responded with disdainful laughter and hammered Kevin's skull with two combos. He staggered a few paces groggy, unaware of Ciara's immediate assault on his belly. 

Multiple punches softened their target, curling Kevin in waves of agony. She concluded the attack with a brutal uppercut. 

Stars cascaded in Kevin's skull and he, briefly, speculated on what caused the ring to whirl in circles. Ciara resumed smacking his body, surgically hitting where it would do the most damage. 

BAP!

Kevin was out on his feet. He couldn't feel the bruising impact of Ciara's gloved fists , he just felt arousal paired with pain.

POW!

Blackness!

Kevin swayed and smiled, relieved that painful reality had been replaced by oblivion.

"You sleeping, Kev, KOed and dreaming?" Ciara whispered. 

Toppling languidly, there was plenty of time for Ciara to catch Kevin on her shoulder. When his legs turned to rubber, Kevin sighed and collapsed across her shoulders. Now that he was limp and vulnerable,  Ciara felt like a queen, a victorious amazon.

"Time to go, loverboy!" Ciara chirped, confidently. She slapped Kevin's ass as she done to all the guys before him.

Arms and legs dangling,  Kevin was carried out to the gym, where she was greeted by a wave of cheers. Ciara dumped Kevin in the  car for the ride to her bedroom. 

The Good Girl vs. The Bad Boy

 

Jennifer Sandoval, Justice Force agent, had Max Gallant, professional cat burglar, exactly where she wanted him. Pinned in a corner, her arm across his chest, fixing him in place. 

"I have waited a long time for this moment, Max Gallant!" she declared with audible excitement. They were face to face and Gallant could only see steel determination in Sandoval's luminous brown eyes. 

"This is not really what it looks like..." Gallant started his lie.

"Really? You in the Metropolitan Museum of Art at three in the morning, about to walk out with this institution's most valued of possessions?"

Glancing down at the prize he sought, Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa's Sister, Connie" propped against the wall, Gallant sighed in resignation. 

"Fine Agent Sandoval I did try to steal this DaVinci, worth millions on the black market, but I did it...to...ahhh...get your attention!"

"What!"

"I have always wanted to get..to tell you how I feel about you...that you're a special person!"

Gallant had always found Agent Sandoval sexually appealing,  but he felt the same way toward many members of Justice Force,  the all female crime fighting organization. In the past, he seduced easily some younger members of the group, but an experienced professional like Agent Sandoval would be difficult. 

"....and I know that I 'm a bad boy,  but I have feelings, too. I hoped there could be something between us despite everything!"

Tender puzzlement swept Sandoval's face. She was unsure of the prisoner's sincerity. Gallant pulled Sandoval into a deep kiss. The super heroine shuddered with surprise and arousal. 

Gallant effortlessly reached his right hand to the zipper at the back of Sandoval's top and gently pulled downward. 

"Hey!" shouted the brunette,  shoving Gallant into a wall. 

Fuck! So close! he thought. Sandoval's right detonated on his chin. A galaxy of bright stars exploded and Gallant's whole body swayed clownishly as his eyes rolled up.

With a deep sigh. the thief sagged,  landing across Agent Sandoval's shoulder. 

"Out cold!" Sandoval proclaimed and gave Gallant's ass a loving slap. "Let's get you ready for the next round!" She carried her prisoner to her car.

Jennifer Sandoval takes the prize, decided Gallant, filling two champagne glasses with Bollinger 2012. He had one offs with Justice Force members, mostly new graduates from the Academy, prone to the charms of a suave gentleman thief with perfect amount of paternal gray hair on his temples. 

But Agent Sandoval was a veteran and a wild cat under the covers. Of course she was clear with Gallant that he was going to jail no matter how many screaming orgasms he provided. 

Gallant turned the Maltese Falcon head signet ring on right hand downward and squeezed the sides. A small needle popped out.

Sandoval and Gallant,  now both dressed, held each other closely in the livingroom of the hotel they had their fling after Gallant's capture. 

"A toast to what remains of your freedom," Sandoval said, raising her glass. The thief responded and the pair clinked glasses.  

"Thank you Agent Sandoval! May I have one more kiss before my formal arrest?"

Sandoval smiled her consent and their lips joined passionately. A short pain stabbed into Sandoval's buttocks. 

"Ohhhh! What was that?!"

Gallant blithely raised his right hand, revealing the signet ring needle. 

"You bastard! Did you ....!?"

"Of course. Don't worry Jennifer, you only got a light dose. You'll sleep for about eight hours. Plenty of time for me to escape."

"Eight...?" Sandoval spoke as if she were floating in space. 

"Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Sandoval sagged and Gallant gathered her quickly in his arms. She gazed at him, eyes losing focus. 

"Jer...k...!"  Gallant watched Sandoval's lips struggle to form more words. Her vision blurred and Sandoval felt consuming relief as she relaxed and went to sleep in Gallant's strong grasp.

Laying the crime fighter on the bed, Gallant slipped a pillow under her head. A sleepy smile formed on her lips. 

"You're dreaming about the man who subdued you," Gallant observed, placing a banket on Sandoval. "You're that kind of woman."

"Good night, Agent Sandoval," he whispered in her ear. 

"Ga...nigh...Daddy.." murmured Sandoval. 

Gallant rode the elevator to the ground floor. Being a gentleman, he paid another day on Sandoval's room before leaving. 

For the eight hours she was knocked out,  Agent Sandoval dreamed erotically of Batman, Green Arrow, Tony Stark and most intensely,  Max Gallant. Dreaming of Gallant made her angry, along with him drugging her after she gave her body to him so completely. 

"I'm going to destroy the bastard and I'm going to do it in public!" she told Puma Girl.

"Then challenge Gallant at the Amazonia Boxing Club," Puma Girl suggested. "Call in the media and make it 'The Good Girl vs. The Bad Boy'!"

That made perfect sense to Sandoval. 

"Put the little bitch to sleep for me, Max, honey!"

"No Max, work her over first! Make Sandoval want to be knocked out!"

The requests came from Lady Raquel and Calico Sarah, both members of the Sisterhood of Evil, sworn enemies of Justice Force and Gallant's current "friends with benefits." Both women were massaging Gallant's shoulders. Gallant kept focused on Sandoval and her seconds, Puma Girl and Agent Mikita, across the ring.

"Keep your eyes peeled, ladies, Daddy is sending Ms. Sandoval to Dreamland very quickly. Then we can celebrate my victory in Antigua!"

Both women kissed Gallant, reassuring him of their boundless love as the first round bell rang.

Both fighters moved swiftly. Sandoval smiled at the chance at punching such an attractive male. Gallant was cautious. He had felt a one-punch KO from his challenger already and he knew she was pissed at being drugged. 

"Come on, Max, come to Mama!" Sandoval taunted. "It's nap time!"

"Fine!" Gallant sneered and hurtled into Sandoval.  A space opened where her left glove should have protected her jaw and Gallant swung hard. 

Sandoval twirled along the ropes, baffled by the ring rotating wildly. When she halted, Sandoval was hit a second time. The merciless punch froze the boxer on her feet. The male fighter threw a right, tagging Sandoval's chin. Her head went back.

She slumbered peacefully, collapsed against the ropes where she landed ass-first. Sandoval never even twitched as Emma the Ref counted to ten as slowly as possible.  Gallant was enraptured by how beautiful Sandoval looked, defenseless and unconscious. 

The bell clanged loudly when Emma yelled "SEVEN!" Puma Girl and Agent Miki scrambled to their sleeping friend. Carefully they gathered the unresponsive fighter in their arms and moved Sandoval back to her corner. Emma ordered Gallant to his corner, but he dodged around her, desperate to witness Sandoval come out of the knock out.

Sandoval's head moved slowly even as her eyes remained closed. Her seconds called her name while massaging her shoulders. When her jaw fell slack, a bit of pink tongue became visible. The eye lids, closed for the last minute and a half, began to rhythmically open and close.

"Oh Jesus, she's gorgeous!" Gallant muttered when Sandoval's chest began move up and down. He recalled how those breasts felt to caress as he returned to his corner.

Five minutes passed before Jennifer Sandoval recovered and Emma the Ref was told she would continue the match. The mostly female crowd screamed approval when she strode out, intent on demolishing Gallant. 

"I've got something to tell you, Max, before I turn your lights out for the evening!" Sandoval insisted. 

"What's that?"

"Pussy always knocks out cock," she replied. And Good Girls always own Bad Boys in the last round!"

Gallant saw Sandoval wink and smile at him.

BAM!!

Agent Sandoval paraded around the ring as Emma the Ref counted Gallant out. The victorious superherione hefted the limp male over her shoulder and carried him from the gym and out to the transport waiting for them.

"Well, girls, Max Gallant," she told Puma Girl and Agent Mikita who were waiting inside. "And he's under new management!"